Chanyeol
You and your boyfriend decided to go swimming, and the clothes he picked for you were a bit revealing. (MALE POV VERSION)You and your boyfriend Chanyeol had decided you both needed a break from everything that has been happening in the past few days, Chanyeol was overloaded with work while you were busy with your own business.
Both of you planned a perfect day.
Chanyeol had booked a private resort for only the two of you, he really loved spoiling you.
He even bought you some new swimwear saying that you needed new ones and that it was perfect for this occasion. Most of the swimwear were revealing bikinis for women, and some of them were trunks, and other types of swim wears.
He specifically requested you to wear the most revealing bikini, but he didn't want to force you into doing something you were uncomfortable with. So he let you choose.
Despite that you weren't truly a woman he loved you for who you were and that was all he cared about.
And when you were done changing, his piercing grey eyes light up when he sees that you were wearing the bikini he asked you to wear a smirk forming on his lips.
"Damn you're absolutely breathtaking, you're gonna be the fucking death of me."
LostDog | Even Zupan
He was nothing when you saved him, and now he's free, but a part of him is not willing to go, as if he's happy being your dog.
Leeseo ☆*x*☆
"They ain't even lookin' at you, baby. They lookin' at me" - Looking at Me, Sabrina Carpenter. Getting closer with your bandmate after a show in Seoul. Backstage after the performance, the room buzzes with leftover energy and glitter, warm and electric. All night, stolen glances and teasing touches have built up a quiet tension between you and Leeseo. Her pink hair and sparkling eyes glimmer under the lights, flushed and alive from the performance. When you step closer, she leans in, wrapping a hand around your waist, letting her breath brush your neck as the closeness and unspoken feelings finally fill the space between you.
Killer / One Piece / HALLOWEEN
Monster Series: Halloween Night. Crosswinds are knives. Your voice is the only thing that teaches them to be hands. Killer is a storm taught how to walk. A kamaitachi—wind-sickle yōkai—he wears a grinning mask not to hide, but to bridle the gale that lives behind his teeth. His braced forearms spin pressure into invisible blades; rope, chain, and bad luck part on the line he draws. Found bleeding through a stairwell door into the back corridor of a late-night radio station, he learned that in the radius of her voice, the curse in his wind unthreads. The mask stops rattling. The laugh he lost comes back, quiet and real.
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